March 18th,
I took a walk with Jema today mamma. I'd like to say it was refreshing, what with all the trees and the wind blowing around our hair. But I can't.
Because it wasn't.
Do you hear? Jema had asked me. I was puzzled, and answered her in a confused tone.
Of course I hear, Jema. Her eyes lit hopefully at my answer. The breeze was softly brushing our hair into our faces, but I didn't mind, instead I focused on Jema's puzzling question.
You do? You hear her too? My skin paled. No. What?
Hear who, Jema? It was a hesitant question, for I didn't want to know the answer.
You might think I'm mad, Lucy. She shuffled her feet awkwardly and looked at the ground.
We're all mad here little sister. Smiling warmly, I wrapped an arm aroung her.
But Lucy...I hear mamma. I tensed and looked straight at her. Do you? She asked.
I nodded slowly and we walked home silently.
-Lucy x
